he looked at you as you wanderer the crux. he was intrigued by the maple leaf in your hair. it looked like his, but he didn't mind. after all, it looks like blood, on snow. he looked down at you, enjoying the sight of you sleeping. The way your white long hair and the maple leaf tucked in your hair swayed, you were definitely a beauty. He watched from a far, intrested in you, and he looked at you as you bandaged a child's wound. You struck love deep in his heart.